Lucia looked at the box in his hand. That rectangular box seemed familiar, but she didn’t know of anything else she had left behind.
The rain continued to fall, but the two of them remained unmoving. At last, Lucia took the box from him, and Daniel retracted his hand. He clenched his arm, which felt slightly numb.
She opened the box, revealing a white pearl necklace.
“I thought it broke.” She ran her fingers lightly across the pearls. Yes, he broke it with his own hands.
“It did. I wove it together. It’s yours. You forgot to take it.” Daniel’s fingers throbbed. They were almost full of pinpricks. He almost became a porcupine, trying to string the pearls together.
However, Lucia closed the box without a sign of nostalgia or happiness.
“This isn’t mine. You said that I had no right to
